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Bobbie

Poetry

White Flowers

Little children lying dead Like white flowers stained deepest red Heaven knows what went through their heads While their parents watched with dread Listening for every tread. Now little girls can’t use their charms Nor walk down the aisle on their father’s arm And what about the little boys? They…
Bobbie
25th February 2008
Poetry

Old men on Remembrance Day

What stories could those old men tell? Of war and pain running into hell? I see those faces pinched and drawn Parading down Whitehall on a November morn. The silence is announced by a bugler’s blast The crowd stands still and quiet at last The old men have their own…
Bobbie
3rd January 2008
Poetry

The Few

What was the weather like? On that September day Young men soaring above The sky like Apollo Their personal gift of light Saviours from evil darkness Silently encroaching Trying to clutch our souls Alone except for our hopes Our prayers went with them What were their thoughts? Like naughty boys,…
Bobbie
19th November 2007
Poetry

The Knock

When I married my soldier How love makes one forget! When he marches off to war My life seems to stop There are people who fill my day But when night time comes All rational thought takes flight During this silent world When darkness reigns Happy people sleep But peace…
Bobbie
3rd November 2007